The air was cool, the skies grey with promised rain. Partway up, her feet had remembered the way and Bella would have been helpless to stop them, so they had brought her back here. It smelled stale, empty, dead, though her eyes saw only verdant mountain life, saw the familiar shapes and lines and paths and every turn brought more recognition. But her nose told her it was dead. The disconnect made her head buzz.
Any moment she expected to see Ash appear from around that rock, to hear Athena call to her from behind, or to spot Adonis lurking by that crevasse or Ava strolling towards the cache or Datura to -
The den was empty, cold, unused, forgotten. She could smell several species inside, the space used as shelter by almost anything other than wolves these days. Gone, abandoned, dead. She wandered from landmark to landmark, tracing the oft-used paths between them, nose pressed to the ground now and then for any signs of life. It had not been unexpected. Ash had told her of the desertion, and she had warned her heart not to be disappointed, but it could not help itself. When she thought of what could have been, of what she left behind, the ache was real. Was it selfish to regret so much, to wish to be able to turn back time, when her impact on the present was very real and very much loved in its own right? When she looked behind her and saw her pale son trailing along beside her, the disconnect buzzed louder, for this wasn't his place and he wasn't meant to be mingling with these old memories, he was a totally different part of her life. How could she yearn for two realities at once? But here they were, together, and as the wind picked up and the young, brittle grass swayed, she felt a hint of home blow into her soul.
"Are you ready?" she asked softly, taking careful note of how he steeled himself before nodding. Trust them. Taking her place outside the small birthing den where she had been born, and encouraging Duckweed to sit next to her, Bella tipped her head upwards and let loose a long, soft song for her children, those she loved more than anything else in this world, her priority above all else. They would breath life into this forgotten place, their presence an explosion of colour on a sad, lonely landscape. Come back to me.